Guys help, I'm so stupid. I'm just learning how to do digital art after being traditional for so long. Keep in mind IM STUPID AND DON'T UNDERSTAND ANYTHING. Like y is it so hard???? Give me tips plzzzz I've been crying myself sleep pout this
SYOP MC LITERALLY GOES FROM
MC: GIVE ME THAT GODDAM WOOD, and the ✨cute magic paint ✨
am i the only one who found it funny that Yuu/MC has to beat npc's and the twst cast ass for some furniture materials? i imagine then coming home one night like...
Grim: Fgnnya? Yuu where have you been at this late hour?
Yuu, disheveled with a bloodied nose and carrying woods: Grim. i can finally build the fireplace and new window
Grim: what the--
AHAHAHSHS AND LIKE THEM LOSING TO YUU BRUHH
NPC: PLEASE SPARE ME!!!
Yuu: HAND OVER THE FUCKING WOOD. also add 5 pink cute paints in that
I also like to think that Crowley gave the prefect premission to beat up his students for the materials because its either Yuu is too broke to buy from the hardware and he isn't going to pay for it or let the Prefect discipline his students lmao
srsly tho whoever came up with the fighting for the material collecting system is a genius, i get to beat innocent people and get myself a new couch
what a lovely day to be the Ramschakle's prefect.
OH YEA HIII
Guys I've been getting into alien stage but have no moots that are in the Fandom 😔💔anyone willing??
THE WAY I GIGGLED IN CLASS WAS DIABOLOCAL
If I were in silent hill, I wouldn't be hiding from Pyramid Head, he'll be hiding from me. Ima chase after his ass like:
Errm guys my Xiao is looking a lil different 🧍♀️
(Genuinely about to start tweaking bc I thought I got him but it's just Jean...)
The dull ache intensifying as their ragged breaths filled the small space. Images of a woman that looked so much like them flashing through their head. Vision blurring from the real world to something that looked so familiar.
But how?
Who was this mystery woman that had their exact face? It was as if the 'thing' they are now is a fake. Her bright smile and gleaming eyes, mockingly staring back at them. As if to haunt them, to tell them that this is just all a past memory. Something they'll never have again but can only crave.
Crave...
Crave?
How could they crave something when they've never felt it before. Right? Their supposed to not feel emotion. So why is it that they are haggard in a small crumbled ball, feeling conflicted. The cool metal lab floor digging into their knees.
It hurts...it hurts...it hurts
WHY DOES IT HURT!?
"A....ye.......Aye....sha..." A muffled distorted voice pushing through their subconscious. As if someone was trying to gain their attention. The splitting headache just making it unbearable for her to withstand. Finger nubs digging into the ruby locks that fall over their shoulder.
Palm flat against the shell of their ear, trying to block out the mess around them. Eyes squeezed shut in hopes that these flashes of this woman would stop. Gasping and eyes shooting open at the feel of an all too familiar gloved hand. The leather making her skin burn, but in this state, a small part of her wanted to lean towards them. Wanting to seek something from them like a distant memory.
"Ayesha!" In front of them stood what everyone referred to as 'The Doctor'. Someone that they refers to as...their creator.
His mask staring back at them as their blood shot eyes stared up at him. Kneeled before them, head fuzzy like they were stuck in a trance. Vision coming back into focus at the swipe of something on their cheek. Gaze tracking down to the material of the doctors glove that was just a few centimeters from them. A glossy substance on the pad of his glove. Reaching up to touch the area that he had touched, fingers ghosting over the mystery substance. Pulling back their hands to examine it, squinting at the clear liquid that had rubbed off on themselves.
Finally focusing on the feel of the wet liquid running down their face. These were...tears?
"Was it happening again? The visions of the woman?" The same question he would repeat whenever they would get like this. It sounded more like a inspection question then one from concern. It's always been that way, as long they can remember at least.
Feeling the urge to hold back about how vivid they became. Even though it was against their training to keep secrets...this time they felt as they should. It was just gonna be the same process as before, it always was. This incident would just be erased from the little memory they had. Most parts of their time here were, the ones that remained were filled with Dottore and metal walls.
The most vivid ones were those behind the glass wall and the cold metal table they'd lay on. Screams echoing in the silence, machinery whirring in the background.
Nodding to Dottore's interrogation as they forced a wad of thick saliva down their throat. Which did nothing much but make it feel more dry than before. Hands clenching on their knees, expecting his next words.
"Hmm, well then, back to the machine it is. Let's go, Ayesha" His gentle hand that was cradling their face immediately pulled away. As if they were a disgust to him, Dotorre's small flicker of emotion showing past his mask. Tight lipped as he stood, heading behind the glass walls.
Sucking in a sharp breath between their teeth, rising to their feet. Following after their creator obediently despite knowing the pain they'll have to endure again. The ache subsiding and feeling the emptiness that comes after their melt down. One of the few emotions that they were still familiar with.
If you're struggling to write sex, write food. if you're struggling to write food, write gore. if you're struggling to write gore, write sex. They're all variations on the same themes.
LOOK AT THEM
Choose your favourite! 🫵✨
(✩↓↓Yall can down the images here ↓↓✩)
Mutuals who I don't know very personally yet I am holding a sugarcube out in my hand in the hopes that you will approach me like the noble horse
Sorry is my pfp not obvious
Guys I've been getting into alien stage but have no moots that are in the Fandom 😔💔anyone willing??
[maybe my taste in men is questionable.....] she/her, 18, artist, multi-fandom, chaotic?
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